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第四卷 七星岛 第六百四十八章 美人如玉

**(Unclear) Intense cultivation can indeed be endlessly enjoyable. Time flies, and another four or five years have passed. On this morning, Lin Xuan was seated in meditation within his cave dwelling when suddenly he moved, opened his eyes with a snap, and got up to walk outside.

Outside the cave, white mist swirled around, nurturing exotic flowers and plants that gave an otherworldly feeling like a fairyland.

The place was heavily infused with阴气 (yīn qì), which was precisely what toxic plants and herbs liked. Moreover, any highly poisonous substances usually had very attractive appearances.

Originally, Lin Xuan intended to cultivate another medicinal garden elsewhere, but he found the soil outside his cave dwelling particularly fertile, so he planted it there instead.

After all, the Corpse Qi Swamp was a rare place of seclusion where few outsiders would intrude, and with surrounding protective barriers in place, Lin Xuan did not worry about these rare poisons wilting for no reason.

With a wave of his sleeves, the white mist parted to reveal a passage. Then, a red light flashed as a bright fireball flew in from outside. Lin Xuan raised his left hand slightly, and it seemed to understand him, falling into his palm.

This was a secret communication talisman, but not an ordinary one.

By "secret," one could see the difference; this was far more valuable than regular communication talismans. Ordinary cultivators couldn't afford them because such consumables were worth thousands of crystal stones and even rivaled top-grade spiritual artifacts.

Usually, only large sects or old monsters with profound cultivation would use these in critical moments.

Compared to ordinary communication talismans, this one had two distinctive features: it could travel faster over great distances—thousands of miles—and was more covert. It was less likely to be discovered and destroyed, ensuring the safe transmission of messages.

Lin Xuan had only seen such items mentioned in ancient texts; they were long lost in Youzhou.

Looking at the bright firelight in his palm, Lin Xuan's face showed a hint of confusion. Although he had been on Seven Stars Island for quite some time, there was no close comrade to whom he could relate. Given how hidden his movements were, who would spend such effort sending him a secret communication talisman?

"Master, is it perhaps something wrong with the Ning Family?" A clear voice entered his ears as Moon approached.

The little girl had just finished her cultivation and sensed some disturbance outside, so she flew out without hesitation. Lin Xuan didn't hide anything from her; they often talked about capturing Ning Family cultivators during their chats. Girls are naturally more perceptive, and after a moment's thought, she came to this conclusion.

Lin Xuan nodded, his gaze reflecting the broadening of his horizons as Moon had become increasingly helpful.

With an approving glance, Lin Xuan delved into the firelight with his spirit sense. After a moment, he raised his head, but his expression did not reveal any joy or anger.

"Master, what do you think?" Moon said anxiously.

"You were right; there has indeed been a significant change in the Ning Family," Lin Xuan replied nonchalantly.

"Oh?" Moon's eyes darted as she revealed a mix of curiosity and excitement. "What exactly happened? Master, please tell me if it is beneficial to us."

"Dead girl, you're always thinking about making others fight so you can profit from their conflicts," Lin Xuan joked. "Haha, as the ancients say, 'near vermilion turns red; near ink turns black.' These are all lessons I've learned from Master." Moon giggled and straightened her back.

It was early morning, with the sun just rising, casting a warm light through the clouds that bathed the earth in its gentle glow. The surrounding grasses were lush, and the flowers of various colors bloomed beautifully. A young woman in white stood among them, looking like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal world.

"Ma... Master, why are you staring at me?" Moon blushed and was both shy and excited when she noticed Lin Xuan's gaze. Her fair face flushed with two rosy cheeks, like jade under the sun, exquisitely beautiful.

Then, very clearly, Lin Xuan swallowed hard.

"Master..." Moon's face turned even redder as Lin Xuan regained his composure. It was not a time for such thoughts; although she was beautiful, he could only see her and not touch her. She would have a new body after condensing her元婴 (yuán yīng).

Cough, cough... Thinking too far ahead, even with his deep-seated composure, Lin Xuan's face turned slightly red as he quickly suppressed his romantic thoughts.

"Indeed, the Ning Family's significant change is indeed an excellent opportunity for us," Lin Xuan said, changing the subject.

"Oh?" Moon's eyes flashed with disappointment but she knew better than to push her luck. "Then what exactly happened? Tell me."

"It's simple; the Ning Family's senior elder has passed away," Lin Xuan smiled.

The senior elder he referred to was not a Corpse Demon; that monster was the previous patriarch of the Ning Family, and this one was the current head of the family.

"How is that possible?" Moon asked in confusion. "The Ning Family Head should be at least an advanced凝聚丹 (níng dān) cultivator. Master said he was only around three hundred years old last time; how could his lifespan have ended?"

"Unless he died during a fight, but that's impossible," she thought. "It is rumored that the Ning Family is one of the largest ghost sects in this阴灵之原 (yīn líng zhī yuán). Could it be an old元婴 (yuán yīng) cultivator who acted?"

Moon's expression turned serious as she realized her overthinking. She had learned about the Ning Family from Lin Xuan, who once went out to gather information during his cultivation.

Knowing oneself and one’s enemy leads to victory in a hundred battles; Lin Xuan was always meticulous.

"Enough guessing; things aren't as complicated as you think," Lin Xuan smiled playfully at her efforts.

"It's annoying; you're just trying to keep me on my toes," Moon pouted.

"That's for your own good." Lin Xuan stopped joking and began to recount the events. "In fact, it was because he walked into a cultivation mishap that led to his death."

"Uh..." Moon was stunned as she processed this information, realizing her overthinking. She had forgotten that for cultivators, cultivating improperly could be more dangerous than dying in battle.

Across sects and families, including independent cultivators, many people died from improper cultivation every year, just as many lost their cultivation entirely. It wasn't uncommon to see such cases.

Recalling the past, Moon thought of her own experience when she had walked into a cultivation mishap. If not for Lin Xuan's efforts and冒险 (mìng xiǎn) journey to the阴魂峡谷 (yīn hún gǔ xiá), killing the thousand-year-old ghost king and using his inner core to heal her, she would no longer be here.

With this in mind, Moon looked at Lin Xuan with a tender gaze.

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